When He held up on high to them what was good <br />God looked and smiled at the wise waiting stood <br />Broke that cold morning the mirror their food <br />The wise scattered fast each on own boot <br /> <br />Mirror then polished by man's own hand <br />Of truth what was left became but a brand <br />Truth died a slow death for in each hand <br />Then all looked up for in Houses was bland <br /> <br />The chosen took power to polish again <br />Wise for own funding certain ones train <br />Each on a mission designing your brain <br />Went about power the ultimate stain <br /> <br />Home God sat looking for in His dream <br />With angels alone designing a beam <br />A fire they had placed by a stream <br />Piece of a heart choosing their team <br /> <br />It came about later that by man's will <br />Turned on each other for the high bill <br />Out reached a mad hand feeling the chill <br />The warmth of cold hand held beauty still <br /> <br />Truth is today that what you believe <br />Was once inside the mightiest sleeve <br />Shattered for all to use as relief <br />Too much too see will only cause grief <br /> <br />20l4<br /><br />Arno Le Roux<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-is-and-it-isn-t/
